This chapter is very short, and I apologize for that. I assure you that the next chapter will be much longer.
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TYLER
10:03 A.M.
FACILITY ENTRANCE
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"…I ain't goin' in there."
I turn to the rest of my group, then back to DJ. "…That was easy."
"A'ight, now where's that switch?" DJ begins to search the area for any dips or cracks in the floor. Finally, he finds one, and a door opens. Owen quickly calls it, and soon after we enter the doorway.
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10:06 A.M.
TEAM ONE HALLWAY
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"Wow… It'sh sho shcary in here…"
"EEK! Hold me!"
I frown. She was in love with me, wasn't she? …Wasn't she? Shouldn't I be the one to hold her?
But I'll admit… I have to agree. This place is freaky! It's almost as freaky as chickens, dude…
I also begin to realize something about our group. I don't think Chris plans for us to win. All of the cowards and easily sidetracked seem to be in the same group.
Our group.
Damn…
At the end of the hallway, we find a staircase leading down. I'm not sure we should take it, but there's no other door around here.
"Well, here goes nothing," I hear Owen say as he walks down the steps first. I follow him, Lindsay and Beth behind me. Along the way, I notice pictures on the wall. There are three, each depicting a man. According to the small plaques beneath each one, the men are Dr. James Marcus, Sir Edward Ashford, and Lord Ozwell E. Spencer… whoever the hell they are…
We reach the bottom of the stairway, and go through the only door.
(The door opens slowly, creaking softly.)
We're in a large room. Not large in height, mind you, but in space.
In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if this room goes under all three of the other hallways.
Over on the wall to our left, I spy that familiar symbol—the symbol on that entrance door. The almost stop sign looking shape of red and white crosses.
I have to hand it to whoever designed that. They had excellent tastes in colors.
The room itself looks like some sort of gymnasium—once again, excellent tastes here, bro. But something confuses me about this… Why would a cosmetics provider have a gymnasium in a hidden facility? Especially one like this—there aren't actually any basketball hoops or soccer nets or anything, but there are "obstacle courses" here, like you'd find in American Football camps…
…or boot camps…
We find a set of double doors on the right side, and we go through it.
(The door opens slowly, creaking softly.)
As I assumed before we entered, this is the locker room.
But there's something eerie about it… and not just the fact that pieces of the large mirror above the sinks are shattered… or the fact that I can hear running water nearby.
No, there's something ominous about this room…
Uuuuuuuuuooooooooooooooooooo…
…What the hell was…?
"GREAT BARRIER REEF!!!" Owen shouts, and we look at where he's gesturing to.
Three figures slowly emerge from the shower stall. One is male, and two are female…
…Or at least they were…
"OH MY GOD!!!"
"EEK!! ZOMBIES(H)!!!" Beth and Lindsay scream in unison.
"RUN!!" I shout, and we head toward the doors.
Rattle, rattle.
Rattle, rattle.
"THEY WON'T OPEN!!"
"You mean… the lock's jammed?!" Oh my…
We're dead…
We're so freaking dead…
I could have sworn my death would end up being at the hands—er—wings of chickens, but I guess I was wrong…
But… if these are my last moments…
"Lindsay?"
She looks at me, fear glazed over her eyes.
Her beautiful eyes…
Yes, I'm looking at her eyes, dammit. It's hard, but I need to do this.
"I… I love you."
She smiles, though the fear is still there. "Oh… I love you too, What's-Your-Name…"
Despite it all, I smile back, and I hold her close as the three zombies get closer. There's no way out of this…
But… at least I can die knowing she still loves me, even if she doesn't remember my name.
After all… I won't remember it in a few seconds…
Chomp.
YOU ARE DEAD
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Alright, let me get it out of the way for you guys.
"What were those interns doing in the shower anyway, Nick? What the hell is wrong with you? Think of the children! GOSH!"
Hey, this is an M-rated fic filled with character death. Someone was bound to get naughty at some point.